Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Crime,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.